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Size: 72 W x 36 H x 1.5 D in
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Here's a story on how strange is life with its changes, And it happened not long ago On a high mountain plain -- where the sagebrush arranges A playground south of the snow -- Lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen. It would glint in the sunlight all sparkly and clean, Such a source of great pride That it caused him to preen. And he'd break out in high step 'n dance. He would dance for his neighbors across the way. I must say that they found his dancin' enhancin', For they'd also join in the play. Then a-boundin' up the slope Came a great American jackalope. This sage of the sage, this rare hare of hope, Caused to pause and check out the lamb. “Hey kid, why the mope?” Then they hauled me away in a manner quite rough, And sheared me and dropped me back here in the buff. And if that’s not enough, Now my friends all laugh at me, 'Cause they think I look ridiculous, funny, and pink.” “Pink? Pink? Well, what’s wrong with pink? Seems you’ve got a pink kink in your think. Does it matter what color? Well, that gets nope. Be it pink, purple or heliotrope. Now sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down. When you find that you’re down, well just look around: You still got a body, good legs and fine feet, Get your head in the right place and hey, you’re complete!" “Now as for the dancin’, you can do more, You can reach great heights, in fact, you can soar. You just get a leg up and ya slap it on down, And you’ll find you’re up in what’s called a bound. Bound, bound, and rebound. Bound and you’re up right next to the sky, And I think you can do it, if you give it a try, First get a leg up, slap it on down." So every year, along about May, They’d load him up and they’d haul him away, And they’d shave him and dump him all naked and bare. He learned to live with it; he didn’t care. Now in this world of ups and downs, So nice to know there are jackalopes around. by Bud Luckey
Painting:Acrylic on Canvas
Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork
Size:72 W x 36 H x 1.5 D in
Frame:Not Framed
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I’m (I am?) a self-taught artist, originally from the north suburbs of Chicago (also known as John Hughes' America). Born in 1984, I started painting in 2017 and began to take it somewhat seriously in 2019. I currently reside in rural Montana and live a secluded life with my three dogs - Pebbles (a.k.a. Jaws, Brandy, Fang), Bam Bam (a.k.a. Scrat, Dinki-Di, Trash Panda, Dug), and Mystique (a.k.a. Lady), and five cats - Burglekutt (a.k.a. Ghostmouse Makah), Vohnkar! (a.k.a. Storm Shadow, Grogu), Falkor (a.k.a. Moro, The Mummy's Kryptonite, Wendigo, BFC), Nibbler (a.k.a. Cobblepot), and Meegosh (a.k.a. Lenny). Part of the preface to the 'Complete Works of Emily Dickinson helps sum me up as a person and an artist: "The verses of Emily Dickinson belong emphatically to what Emerson long since called ‘the Poetry of the Portfolio,’ something produced absolutely without the thought of publication, and solely by way of expression of the writer's own mind. Such verse must inevitably forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism and the enforced conformity to accepted ways. On the other hand, it may often gain something through the habit of freedom and unconventional utterance of daring thoughts. In the case of the present author, there was no choice in the matter; she must write thus, or not at all. A recluse by temperament and habit, literally spending years without settling her foot beyond the doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind, like her person, from all but a few friends; and it was with great difficulty that she was persuaded to print during her lifetime, three or four poems. Yet she wrote verses in great abundance; and though brought curiosity indifferent to all conventional rules, had yet a rigorous literary standard of her own, and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own tenacious fastidiousness." -Thomas Wentworth Higginson "Not bad... you say this is your first lesson?" "Yes, but my father was an *art collector*, so…"
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